2.
At the edge of the land,
on the brink of the sea,
we are riddled by the winds
4.
Find a pale blue shell
alone as the ocean,
sweet water or salty?
6.
The Whale Road is cold but our own.
What would you tell me
if I rolled it like a carpet,
poured over your border,
brought it you?
What would you give me?
10.
Our borders might blur
between salt and sweet waters,
he’d ask what I’d tell him
if he gave me the sea.
I’d be a perfect shell,
bend his low echo,
tattered flags of bladderwrack
down on the beach.
The man-in-the-moon
might watch from the horizon,
a line of pale mussel shells
worn by the sea
might glint like sapphires
under stark summer moonlight
tattered flags of bladderwrack
down on the beach.
1.
follow to find
run to find
follow us to find
to find the light.
3.
Gentle hollow,
haven below
man in the moon -
his ebb and flow.
Salt lick of wind
within her mind -
high tide swims her
toward bright sand.
5.
borders blurring
far horizon
through cold shallows
keeps on moving
icy cold
which is the sea?
which is the sky?
7.
Unreachable,
unreachable -
the sky,
or the wind,
or the sea.
Unreachable,
unreachable -
who could capture the sea?
In this land,
from the sky;
feel the sun;
across water;
at my side;
grains of sand
through your hands;
quiet pool;
easy wind;
crash of waves
shifting dune;
lapping water;
open sky;
racing clouds;
deep blue sea;
mirrored ocean.
9.
the footpath crumbling
as memory
longshore drifting
through history
11.
(Follow)
Out of the wind
find the heat of the sun
in the haven of dunes
where the waters are still
and mirror the sky,
where the ocean
recedes to a sigh.
text
by Subhadassi
music
by Dave Maric
choreography
by Cathy Marston
stage/costume
design by Patrick Burnier
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